The figure dissipated and the fog turned into a staircase that extended from Wang Lin to an unknown end.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and revealed a decisive gaze as he stepped onto the staircase. As he continued to move forward, the staircase behind him slowly disappeared.
At this moment, on the fragment outside the Collection Pavilion, the three old men were talking when they saw a flash of light. This light became brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding.
The old man from the Chen family looked at the light and calmly said, "This Fellow Cultivator Xu's celestial fate is about to begin. I just don't know what kind of celestial spell he will obtain on the fourth floor!"
The cultivator named Lu who lost his body nodded and said, "There is a connection between cultivation and celestial fate. Although it isn't much, it can be useful at certain times. I'm afraid this person will be able to obtain a good celestial spell in the fourth floor."
The last cultivator named Song didn't speak but stared at the light above the Collection Pavilion. His eyes shined brightly and he said, "Something is wrong!"
The Chen family and Lu family were startled. They looked at the Collection Pavilion and their expressions immediately changed.
Above the Collection Pavilion, after the first ray of light, another four rays of light appeared. They stood side by side with the first ray of light and rushed into the sky. Rings of ripples spread out in all directions in the sky. Looking up from the ground, this scene was extremely spectacular.
"Five rays of light, this person actually entered the fifth floor!!"
The cultivator named Lu who lost his body stared at the five rays of light with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"It looks like we have all underestimated this Fellow Cultivator Xu. His cultivation level is definitely at the peak of the Corporeal Yang stage. I fear he is half a step into the Nirvana Scryer stage and barely meets the requirement to enter the fifth floor!" The cultivator named Song's eyes lit up an undetectable amount.
The cultivator named Chen frowned and slowly said, "If he was at the Nirvana Scryer stage, it would be impossible for him to enter the Thunder Celestial Realm, unless …"
Before he finished speaking, more rays of light appeared above the Collection Pavilion. This time there were two rays of light that shot into the sky and joined the other five rays of light.
The seven rays of light were extremely magnificent, but when the three of them saw it, they were all dumbfounded.
"Impossible, seven rays of light, this is the seventh floor. Impossible …" The old man named Song stared blankly at the sky as he muttered to himself.
Having lost his physical body, the cultivator surnamed Lu's soul also stiffened. He stared blankly at the seven rays of light, his mind completely blank.
As for the cultivator named Chen, it was even more so. His eyes were filled with shock as he murmured, "What kind of cultivation level is needed to enter the seventh floor … That Xu Mu's cultivation level is definitely not at this level. Could it be … Could it be that this person really has the kind of peerless fate that allows him to enter the seventh floor without needing to take the test …?"
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the three, another two streaks of light flew out from the Collection Pavilion. Nine streaks of light pierced through the clouds. In the eyes of the three, this scene was like a series of claps of thunder exploding.
The three of them were speechless and could only stare blankly at the sky.
If there were five streaks of light, they could understand that Xu Mu's cultivation might have been slightly concealed. Although it was a little surprising that he had entered the fifth level, it was still barely acceptable.
However, after the seven streaks of light appeared, they were shocked and couldn't believe that Xu Mu had been hiding his cultivation.
In particular, the nine streaks of light shocked their minds. All of this could only be explained by great celestial fate. There was no other explanation.
The impact the nine streaks of light brought to the three of them was simply too great. It has to be said that even the ancestors of their respective families had only been able to enter the eighth floor when the Thunder Celestial Realm first opened.
No one could enter the ninth floor.
As Wang Lin walked, he reached the end of the stairs. With one step, his eyes lit up. He was in a pavilion.
This pavilion wasn't big, and there were more than a dozen wooden lattices on the left and right walls. Inside each lattice was a celestial jade that gave off a soft glow.
There was also a painting hanging on the wall in front of him. There was a tree in the painting, and half of the tree's leaves were withered. There was a boy sitting under the tree, and he seemed to be cultivating.
In the upper left corner of the painting, there was a sentence written in ink.
"Call the Wind, Summon the Rain, Magic Arsenal, Shatter the Earth, Collapse the Mountains, and Clear the Dark Moon."
Looking at the painting, Wang Lin silently pondered for a bit. He couldn't find any clues, but he felt that the sentence on the painting was very interesting.
"Call the Wind, Summon the Rain, these should be two spells, and Magic Arsenal should also be one spell.
As for the second half, it's the same as Call the Wind, Summon the Rain, but Clear the Dark Moon, what does it mean … "
Unable to see through the meaning behind it, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and began to look around the room. This room was very simple; there wasn't even a table. There was only a stone mat on the floor that was deeply sunken in. It was obvious that someone had been cultivating on it for a long time.
Wang Lin took a few steps forward and carefully looked at the mat. This thing was very ordinary, but when Wang Lin touched it, he was shocked to find that his hand had penetrated the mat.
Wang Lin frowned slightly as he looked at the lattices on the left and right. A moment later, his expression became a bit gloomy.
The joy from before was immediately swept away.
Although there were celestial jades in the lattices on the left and right, they were like mats. They were all illusory and didn't exist at all.
Wang Lin smiled bitterly as he observed. He discovered that everything here could be seen, but he couldn't touch them.
It was as if he was in an illusion.
"If I had known this would happen, I would have gone to the fourth floor. It definitely wouldn't be like this!"
Wang Lin frowned as he looked around the room. His gaze finally fell on the painting in front of him.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He sat down cross-legged and stared at the painting in silence.
"The ninth floor that an Immortal Lord can come to is definitely not that simple. Perhaps this illusory scene looks like this to me, but to an Immortal Lord, he only needs to raise his hand to obtain it.
It's a bit strange to have such a painting here. "
Wang Lin looked at the painting carefully.
Time slowly passed, and Wang Lin's heart slowly calmed down. He was not willing to leave the ninth floor empty-handed. After analyzing it, this painting was very likely the key.
He opened up his mind and focused his attention on the painting, wanting to find some clues within it.
Gradually, Wang Lin's expression became calm. He stared at the painting without blinking. His entire mind was immersed in the painting as he silently comprehended it.
As time passed, Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes.
Although he had closed his eyes, the painting still appeared in his mind. He felt as if his entire being had entered the painting. After a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "That's not right … there's always a barrier that prevents me from truly entering the painting."
After pondering for a moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed and his gaze fell on the boy under the tree.
He clearly remembered that the boy was just meditating, and his hands didn't have any seals. However, at this moment, the boy's hands in the painting were forming seals.
This discovery made Wang Lin's mind shake, and he began to carefully observe the boy.
Time passed again. In the blink of an eye, seven days passed. After careful observation, Wang Lin discovered that the boy's hand seals would change every four to six hours. However, the changes were very subtle. If one didn't pay attention to the boy's fingers, it would be very difficult to notice.
During these seven days, Wang Lin memorized all the boy's hand seals. On the eighth day, he sat cross-legged on the ground and formed seals with both hands. He immediately formed all the hand seals. As the hand seals appeared, the entire pavilion suddenly shook. Wang Lin was startled and immediately stopped. He carefully looked around, pondered for a moment, and then continued forming hand seals.
Similarly, when the hand seals appeared again, the entire pavilion shook again, as if it was shrinking.
This discovery shocked Wang Lin greatly. His hand seals sped up, but the pavilion only shook a few times before stopping.
Unable to understand, Wang Lin looked at the painting and his hand seals became faster. He gradually felt like his body was disappearing and his mind was floating toward the painting.
When the last hand seal appeared, Wang Lin felt a boom in his head. His body tilted and he fell to the ground. His origin soul trembled, his vision blurred, and he felt dizzy.
When his vision cleared, Wang Lin's mind trembled and he looked around in a daze.
His surroundings were empty, and behind him was a large tree. Half of the tree was withered, and at this moment, a breeze blew by, causing the leaves to rustle.
Looking down, Wang Lin found that he was wearing a daoist robe. He had entered the painting and had become the boy in the painting!
This scene was too strange. Wang Lin stood up and looked at the sky. He saw a few black ink marks in the sky above him. These ink marks were the words he had seen outside the painting.
"Call the wind and summon the rain, cast beans to form soldiers, the earth shatters, the mountains crumble, and the moon shines brightly."
This line of words immediately changed under Wang Lin's gaze. They turned into drops of ink that fell from the sky like rain. In an instant, the surrounding void disappeared and was replaced by a clamor.
Figures appeared in the void. Their faces couldn't be seen clearly, but after they appeared, they immediately sat down. In the end, the area around Wang Lin was filled with people.
Bursts of soft chatter could be heard, but the strange thing was that although Wang Lin could hear them, he couldn't hear them clearly.
A moment later, all the noise disappeared and a person walked out from the void. This person's body was also blurry, but the moment he appeared, a pressure filled the area.
This person floated in the air and sat down in the lotus position. He seemed to be smiling and a clear voice came out.
"Today, Master Carefree painted for the first time the Collection Celestial Pavilion opened. Celestial Lord painted and even called me here to watch. He invited all the celestial friends here to listen to my dao while I paint.
"This is my dao!"
As the person spoke, he raised his right hand and a gust of wind immediately appeared. This wind was black and filled the sky. As it swept the area, it turned into nine black dragons. The roars of the dragons and their powerful auras caused the sky to change colors. As the black wind swept the area, the nine black dragons opened their mouths and spat out a gust of cold wind. This unimaginably powerful force made people feel like their lives were like candlelight. If they were blown by this wind, they would immediately die!
It was as if all living things in the world would collapse and die if this wind blew by. The mysterious power contained in this wind had exceeded Wang Lin's imagination.
"This is Call the Wind!
The grand dao is simple, and Call the Wind is like this. It can extinguish the fire of all living things! "
Wang Lin's mind trembled and an unimaginable pain came from his body as if it was going to be torn apart. His origin soul immediately collapsed and scattered.
Just at this moment, a gentle force appeared from the void and wrapped around Wang Lin's broken origin soul. A clear voice laughed and said, "The celestial emperor's spell is extraordinary. This spell, Call the Wind, will be written on Master Carefree's painting. This painting will be placed on the ninth floor of the Collection Celestial Pavilion. In the future, those who are fated will enter the painting to comprehend it. Whether or not they can comprehend this spell will depend on their fated fate!"
At the same time the voice appeared, Wang Lin's broken origin soul was wrapped up like ink. Someone used a brush to write two words.
"Call the Wind!"
At the same time, a powerful force came from those two words. Wang Lin's origin soul reformed and was ejected from the painting. His vision blurred as he flew out from the painting and returned to his body that was lying on the ground.
Wang Lin's body trembled and he opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with terror. The voice from the painting still lingered in his ears.
"Is this the fated fate …" Wang Lin took a deep breath and stared at the painting on the wall. Everything just now felt extremely real to him.
"Celestial Emperor … Celestial Lord … and Master Carefree …" Wang Lin stared at the painting and finally realized that the style of this painting was the same as the one he saw in the storage space. It was clearly drawn by the same person!
After pondering for a long time, Wang Lin stood up. He didn't even look at the celestial jades around him and turned to leave.
Compared to the celestial spell in his mind, everything on the ninth floor paled in comparison.
After walking out of the ninth floor, a flight of stairs appeared under Wang Lin's feet. He slowly walked down, but his eyes were still in a daze, as if he hadn't completely recovered from the scene in the painting.
"Celestial spell, Call the Wind!"
As Wang Lin muttered to himself, he walked down the stairs until he reached the bottom. With one step, he disappeared without a trace.
On the fragment where the Collection Pavilion was located, Chen, Lu, and Song had already recovered from the shock after a few days. However, they were still in disbelief about everything that had happened.
Jealousy appeared in the hearts of the three of them without exception. This jealousy gradually grew stronger, and in the end, it almost replaced their rationality.
After all, they couldn't guess what the celestial spell on the ninth floor was, but the more they thought about it, the stronger their desire to obtain it became.
At this moment, the door of light on the Collection Pavilion flashed and Wang Lin's figure walked out. With a dazed expression, he passed by the three of them and walked into the distance step by step.
The three of them immediately noticed that there was something wrong with Wang Lin's current state. They looked at each other and saw the decisiveness and viciousness in each other's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Xu. Compared to recommending you to the family, I still want the celestial spell from the ninth level, especially in your current state. If you were clear-headed, I might have hesitated. But now that you're in a trance, it's a great opportunity destined for me by the heavens!" The old man named Chen's eyes revealed killing intent.
The three of them no longer hesitated and rushed out. They each took out their most powerful treasures and used their most powerful spells to charge at Wang Lin!